I don’t know if I know you well.

I try so hard it’s hard to tell.

I study you, I ask for more;

I pry behind the bolted door...

There they loom; your new ideas;

Inventiveness mixed well with fears

Funnelled through your brilliant eye.

And when I see them oft' I cry,

For where does that leave me?

I know you well, it seems, sometimes.

I’ve seen your pride, your love, your crimes,

I understand your reasons why.

But... sugar? in your tea??

As a fallen angel,

wings stripped of their feathers

by the demons from my mind’s hell

my strength slowly withers.

But I will rebuild my wings

with every new feather

adds a new page to the rings

that bind my book of leather.

This book of mine

tells the story of redemption

over the course of time

as I battle my depression.

The demons take my pen

and tell me to just stop trying,

to just give in

and get busy dying.

However I steal the pen back

before I can doubt

and numb myself black

to block them out.

This book of feathers is my mission

my scarred skin makes its bind

my blood of crimson iron inks its inscription

my bone makes its spine.

By finishing this book before I die

I hope these pages put together

will rebuild my wings and let me fly

so I can show all my book of feathers.

#poetry

#writing

#challenge

Alas my love has,

worn through years as,

I have loved another.

Was I to suffer?

I didn't want to tell

but the words just left

"I'm bisexual."

there was time for a breath

before being told

I'm full of shit

my parents aren't sold

that bisexuality even exists

they live in black and white

where people are only straight or gay

a spectum is not in their sight

and they don't care what I say

my mom cried for someone to arrest me

that I should be in jail for very long

screaming about hoping a woman in prison would rape me

so that I could see how I was wrong

I cried and cried

knees pressed to my chest

regreting stopping the lies

panic making my heart race under my left breast

I tried to cut myself after they left the room

and cried till there was no more tears to shed

weeks pasted and tense fear still seemed to loom

their words still echo in my head

I'm open about my bisexuality

to my accepting friends and peers

but I regret coming out to my family

as what happened I told you here

I'm not saying to hide who you are

just know who you tell

and that you can trust them with your heart

so you don't have to go through hell

some people are lucky

and when they first come out

their experience isn't as rocky

and people have no doubt

this safe and close community

we can all trust eachother

be proud of our sexualities

and love one another

#bisexuality

Here are some 100%, totally bad boy names.

Seriously. They're terrible.

Melchizedek Raylyn Ophera

Azariah Jarius Lewis Shawn George

De'monte Herrington Hayden Short

... Parked under fascia ...

 we Cuckoos will weave 

.. your words and debris ..

She needs a kiss

I've watched her for over an hour

All alone

She looks lonely

I'm infatuated

Sipping a coffee at a corner table

We caught eyes a few times

She's lovely

She looks like she could use a kiss

Her ruby lips make my stomach growl

But we are strangers

But i didn't care!

She was my current hunger

Just to feel a strangers kiss

Encroaching on this desire

Taking my last sip of coffee

My eyes were ready 

Locked into hers

As she looked at me approaching her

Like she read my signals

Gently i cupped her face

Our lips slowly touch 

Into an inferno of desire

Tongue strangling pleasure

It felt right

A beautiful face

New lips

An embraced marathon of desire

Seperating our lips 

Rapid heart beats flutter

Eyes stuck in a trance

I get up 

Staggering to the door

Opening it into the brisk night

The door closes

With bells jingling on the glass

K.j.a. (c) 2017

I tried to read you like a novel.

I've gotten halfway through

But it's taken over a year

And I've forgotten the beginning

And I want to pick you off the shelf

And read you again.

Your level was too high.

I couldn't comprehend you if I tried.

I failed the test on you & I want another chance & I don't want to read anymore books until I'm finished with you.

Or maybe you are just too much.

I haven't gotten to the part that will make me cry 

but I feel like it's coming up soon. 

The other morning

Patti said

that there was

something remarkable

in the simple act

of looking around a corner.

She was speaking

about looking ahead

and glancing back

and knowing that

what we can’t see yet

we will or may see soon,

And what we’ve seen before

will change once we’ve turned a corner

and walked away.

This is simple

and obvious

and

impossibly profound

and complex,

all at once,

Just as what we might

observe

around any corner

could be

as well.

*Graphic image a fragment from an original painting by  Dragana Skrepnik, Tucson AZ, used as the cover of my e-book Huge House  available at:

https://www.amazon.com/s/ref=sr_pg_1?rh=n%3A283155%2Ck%3Aterry+trueman+books&keywords=terry+trueman+books&ie=UTF8&qid=1491674934